CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

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After dinner while Donna and I help Gemma clean the kitchen the guys relax in the living room. Donna turns to me "Where's my stuff?"

I roll my eyes at her "It's still in the truck at the lot. Do you want it tonight?"

Donna pretends to think, but after less than a second she's nodding. I drag my feet as I walk through to the living room, "Jax, D has decided she wants her shit from the Nitro. Can we go get it so she'll get off my back?"

Jax finishes his beer and gets to his feet "Sure, we'll drop it all off here then go home."

The trip from the Morrow house to the garage and back again is quick. Donna and Opie come outside when they hear the bike pull back into the drive and the pair of them gathers the bags and cart them inside. I sigh with relief as I pull back onto the road and follow Jax to his house, his tail light never more than 3 car lengths in front of me.

Pulling into Jax's driveway my eyes drift close briefly and I relax against the seat. I hear Jax's bike engine cut off and the sounds of him setting the kickstand down and getting to his feet, the creaking of leather and clinking of chain the give aways I'm used to now. There's silence for several seconds before my door is pulled open and Jax chuckles "Don't go to sleep there."

I open my eyes "I'm not, just enjoying the peace and quiet. What time do we have to be at Fresno tomorrow?"

"After lunch. Clay doesn't want any of us at the garage in the morning. There's fuck all to do anyway."

I nod and twist sideways in the seat after pulling my keys from the ignition. "Okay. When are we back?"

"Saturday afternoon, about 4 probably." Jax says, holding out a hand and helping me down from the truck.

I sag against his side the energy that I've expelled trying to be cheerful at dinner has left me almost completely drained. Jax picks me up and carries me to the door, unlocks the door and steps through before slamming it behind him. He carries me straight through to the kitchen where he sets me down on one of the chairs and points at me "Stay."

I grin but nod and watch as he puts the kettle on the stove and adds instant coffee to 2 cups. I raise an eyebrow "You do know that'll keep me awake?"

Jax grins widely, wiggles his eyebrows and says with a smirk "That's the plan."

"How's your arm?" I ask, moving to stand up.

Jax turns from the stove and shakes his head "You stay there." Crossing the room he strips off his kutte, plaid shirt and white t-shirt, carefully hanging the kutte from the back of one of the dining chairs, the shirts are fired in the general direction of the laundry.

He drops to a crouch beside me, holding his arm out so I can inspect the slice.

"What happened?" I ask running a finger over each side of the slice. The skin is slightly red but very cool. It's been covered with a long line of thick surgical tape

Jax searches my eyes for a minute and gets up as the kettle whistle. Pouring the boiling water into the cups he nods towards the living room and heads that way. Settling himself on the couch he waits while I curl on the corner and wrap my hands around the mug he hands me "Right, spill."

Jax sighs "What level of disclosure do you want?"

I sigh and roll my eyes "Fuck sakes Jax. I've been around members of this club my whole life. I've seen the midnight injuries that get treated by Chibs; I've seen the barely explainable trips to the hospital. I over heard lots of the stories about '92; you know at one stage I probably knew more than you because I was so fucken good at eavesdropping. I already know about the gun running, the IRA connection didn't take much to figure out either. So tell me what the fuck happened today?"

Jax's eyes widen "Either you're really good or we've been really slack."

I poke my tongue out at him "Being Clay's niece has meant that I was privy to a lot of conversations that I probably shouldn't have heard. But any information I have is 4 years old so I don't know what the fuck is going on now. Why now, what beef do the Mayans suddenly have?"

Jax snorts "It's not a sudden beef. They've been up in arms since we refused to sell to them. This isn't the first time one of them has been caught in Charming. It's the first time that someone got hurt while they were here though."

I nod "So you still haven't told me what actually happened." I purse my lips "I know you're stalling Jax. Just tell me."

Jax leans against the couch and pats the area beside his legs. I shuffle around and curl into his side, his arm drapes over my shoulder and he relaxes slowly "Hap had it all under control. The guy was singing away and then suddenly he just stopped talking, closed his mouth and just stared at us all. We all knew something was coming but weren't quite sure what. Without telling you the messy things he was on his feet and he suddenly just bolted for the door. I happened to be in the way, none of us realised he'd picked up anything, but as he ran past me he swung his arm out and I collected the shard of glass he'd found on the ground." Jax lifts his arm and glares at the white tape that's on his arm. "I'm not even sure why this is on there; it was barely a scratch honest."

I nod "As long as he's not still around its fine."

Jax's grin turns bloodthirsty and I feel a momentary shudder that I can't pin on anything other than a shot of pure lust that burns through me "Oh he's well and truly dealt with."

"Good." I murmur into my cup as I drain the last of my coffee and lean over to set the cup on the low table. The movement back to the couch is an unusual one that I'm almost sure I'll never be able to do again. I end up perched on the edge of Jax's knee, one leg on the couch beside him, the other wedged between his and the arm of the couch. He looks momentarily shocked for a second till I pull the cup from his hand and set it on the floor, not happy to move any further.

I lean my head down and meld my lips to his, kissing him just as hard as he'd kissed me before. The desire to prove that he's really okay has burned through my veins lighting my blood on fire. I feel like my insides have turned into molten lava. My hands drift to his chest, tracing over the hard pebbles of his nipples, down over the ridges of his abs and straight to his belt buckle. Jax's eyes are locked on mine while my full attention is fixed on getting his belt buckle, button and zipper undone as fast as possible.

I'm barely aware of Jax's hands moving, my shirt is lifted over my head and flung across the room, my bra follows quickly and I've just made enough room to slide my hand in the front of Jax's jeans when his mouth closes over my nipple. My head droops forwards as he licks, sucks and pulls on my nipple with his tongue, teeth and lips. My fingers momentarily still but a sharp nip with his front teeth brings the lust that's blasted through me back to the front of my brain. I groan out his name and dart my tongue out to wet my lips.

"Jax stop." Jax pulls back and looks up at me with an incredulous look, the swirling desire in his eyes matching mine. I slide backwards and drop my pants to the floor, kicking off my shoes as well I stand in front of him, determined to make this last longer than a 5 second fuck on his couch I leave him sitting there, jeans undone and pushed to the side. Sliding my underwear down my legs I leave them on the floor as well and step away from him. "If you want me, you better come get me."

I dart away from the couch and into the hall, but Jax doesn't seem to have been at all impaired by his pants hanging loose from his hips. I'm barely 2 feet out of the living room when his arms lock around my waist and drag me back to him. "That wasn't very nice." He whispers into my ear, his voice husky.

I attempt to turn in his arms but he pushes me forwards, his hands grasp mine and lift them, planting them on the wall above my head "Leave them there." I'm pushed forwards slightly so that the peaks of my nipples are just brushing the wall before Jax steps back from me. The rustle and thud sounds give away that he's finishing undressing himself. When his body comes back in contact with mine it's completely skin on skin. His hands run up my back to my hands which he grasps and turns me around before planting my hands back on the wall.

"You have two choices here. 1, I fuck you right where you are, against the wall as hard and fast as I want or 2, you show me how eager you are to please me." Jax's eyes are hard, and if it weren't for the rock hard cock currently poking into my stomach and the twitching grin I'd be sure he was furious.

I lift my foot off the carpet and hook my ankle around his calf pulling him closer to me "I pick option one."

Jax's mouth comes down hard on mine barely having enough time to growl "Good."

The aggressiveness that was in the kiss in Gemma's kitchen has returned fully blown, the pressure of his mouth on mine is bruisingly hard but the glimpse of white stained pink with his blood is enough for me to need to feel the pressure, his body hard against mine, his hands are still tightly wrapped around my wrists, his goatee is rough against my skin from the pressure behind the meeting of our lips. The hand holding my wrists relaxes a little and drags my linked hands over his head, dropping them so they rest on the back of his neck. My fingers wind into his hair as he lifts me and presses me harder against the wall, locking one arm around my waist and the other settles on my leg, his hand under my thigh.

Jax pulls back a fraction of an inch "Wrap your legs around me." My legs lock around his waist, hooking a foot over the other and tightening my grip on his hair seems to be the invitation that he's waiting for, he reaches down and lines the tip of his cock against my pussy and drives in in one sharp thrust.

The rhythm he sets isn't gentle at all, the forceful thrusts doing exactly what he wanted earlier, reminding us both that we're alive and breathing. My upper back presses against the wall with each motion of his hips, the slight withdrawal only leaving a minute gap between us. Our skin is melded together at every point where it's touching, the pulling sensation ripples across my body, the slight tugging of the skin on the inside of my thighs, the pressure of his arm around my waist and his mouth fused to mine.

Several minutes pass in muffled groans, the sound of skin on skin, wet open mouthed kisses and gasps of pleasure before Jax drags his mouth off mine and inhales deeply, his swirling eyes draw me in and remind me why it was so hard to leave, and why I know I'll never be able to do it again.

Jax's thrusts become slightly more erratic, the tense coil that's been forming below my bellybutton winds tighter, our eyes are locked on each other and Jax draws one deep breath, gasping out "I love you so fucken much." He presses me tightly to the wall and his thrusts become deeper, slower and the coil snaps, my orgasm hits me with such force that almost every muscle tenses and relaxes so rapidly I can barely keep my legs wrapped around Jax's waist. He moans loudly and tenses as my internal muscles tighten drawing him in and holding him there.

His eyes drift closed and the muscles of his back move under my hands, his head drifts forwards and he rests his forehead on my shoulder as he draws back and slams forwards rapidly before stilling completely as he cums my name falling from his lips.

My legs start to droop down off his but his hand on my thigh tightens, holding it in place. "Don't move yet." He says resting his forehead on mine and leaning it kissing me softly, the meeting and tangling of tongues almost seems like an apology for the almost violent coupling against the wall.

The arm that's round my waist tightens and Jax takes a step backwards "You better hold on."

I giggle and tighten my arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he walks the dozen steps to the bathroom, flicking on the light before perching me on the edge of the bathroom vanity. He slowly detangles my legs from his waist and steps backwards out of my grasp before turning and twisting the shower control to start a cascade of water.